I am not fickle in any of my temporary interests. For a period of time my Instagram feed was loaded with square-styled photos. For a period of time they were in portrait or landscape, never was square. For a period of time they were both portrait and landscape, squeezed in square.

I don’t usually slack myself upon uploading massive number shots at once. I don’t usually just coop up in the hotel (more to a resort this time) intra of the vacation. I don’t usually go travelling without spending hours to brood over the outfits before packing. I usually do my currency exchange before leaving the homeland. This time round was a contrary. I love how each travel gives me a whole new perspective to weed the wilderness of my travel map.

hidden away

Do not be surprised seeing me lost. I spent months hidden away in my country retreat – and in fact – I am still missing. Living at the limbo between country retreat and the blog sphere I used to wandering in – that sometimes I surface myself a tad too. And here I am.

It may be seen that repetition is taking place now – I must say – these tiny changes or remodelling trivial – on the contrary excites my sight most. Yet repetition is killing inside, long before I calmed myself down to embrace those little changes.

Tinge. As the white roses have pink tinged to it. As the sky has sometimes red tinge during dusk, has sometimes violet, has sometimes orange. Things have been plain sailing. Even I was in a buoyant zone – you know – having very little sleep and excitement for the upcoming plans were all about it. As far as I’m concerned, expecting everything without a hitch sums it all up too.